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The Scorpion	By : Bastetkitten Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 3710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The lost chapter is posted and up. You can find it at www.fanfiction.net/s/8518481/1/The-Lost-Chapter or at anime.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600053606 It is nothing but smutty goodness about the night that Hikaru left Kyoya and Takashi alone. Please review on it. I do enjoy my reviews. Also, here's the next chapter.

Everyone who reviewed is beyond awesome, you guys always keep me going. Seriously I should be studying right now but i'm posting instead. :)

Kyoya grimaced when Akito pulled the IV out of his arm. Akito smirked as he applied a bandage to the small blood flow.

"It's good to see that you have some feeling back in your arm," Akito told him.

Kyoya shrugged. "I guess I was pretty screwed up the last couple of days."

"You were." Akito nodded. "Do you remember much of yesterday?"

"Well everyone keeps reminding me." Kyoya scowled. "Punched Hikaru in the face, got punched in the dick, and passed out."

"You're missing a few details," Akito told him.

"Everything's still blurry." Kyoya sighed. "But yeah I remember it all. I even remember waking up when you were trying to find a way to take me to the hospital." He glared at Akito.

"I was worried. So was everyone else. That brunette didn't even leave your side the whole time," Akito told him. He eyed his little brother trying to see if there was any reaction.

Kyoya just nodded. "And Tamaki was picking up some stuff during that time."

"You're upset that Tamaki wasn't here?" Akito asked. Kyoya shook his head. "I'm assuming you're still out of it because I know you're a better liar than that." Akito frowned. "I made Tamaki get that stuff. It was medicine for you, for if you woke up soon."

"I don't care," Kyoya told him.

"The brunette on the other hand, gave me a death glare when I asked her to go get it." Akito smirked. "Where is she, by the way?"

"She had to run and get some stuff for school. She has a test tomorrow," Kyoya told him. "She said she was going to come right back after a shower."

"She should have just taken one here," Akito told him. He frowned when he got no reaction from his brother. "I was contemplating asking her to make sure your tattoo healed up correctly."

Kyoya nodded as he inspected his wrist. He paused and then gave Akito a look. Akito grinned and Kyoya turned his head. "How much of my tattoo did you see?"

"Enough to know that it had to hurt like hell to get, and that it would have been a pain to keep clean." Akito grinned.

Kyoya shook his head. "I'm getting up." He pushed off the bed and unsteadily stood.

"Take it easy," Akito warned. "You have all week to get better."

Kyoya nodded. "Yeah, I know." He started to stagger to the door.

"If you overdo it, I'm sending Fuyumi to check up on you." Akito smirked.

Kyoya paused and leaned against the door frame. "Because that would help me relax."

"I have to get back home for a little bit. Try to take it easy and I will call Tamaki before I go to sleep." Akito started packing his stuff up.

"And you can't just call me?" Kyoya groaned.

"I can call the brunette if you give me her number." Akito grinned.

"Why do I feel like that would backfire in some way?" Kyoya glared.

"Glad to see your head is getting less blurry." Akito grinned. "Do we still have that video of you singing while bouncing on the couch?"

"Burned. It." Kyoya ground out.

"Pity." Akito sighed. "There was such good footage on that one. Who knew a five year old could soar that high when being tossed by a teen."

"Yuichi's lucky I didn't miss the pool." Kyoya sighed.

"I think you lost your trunks though. I must ask Fuyumi if she has a copy of that tape." Akito grinned.

Kyoya glared. He headed down the hall as he contemplated exactly how he should approach Fuyumi on the subject of getting that damned tape from her. He frowned knowing that she would never part with it. She would also jump at the opportunity of showing it to any of Kyoya's friends. As Kyoya approached the kitchen it occurred to him how much Akito had spoken of Haruhi. He tried to think of all he had said the last few days. He didn't think he had acted strangely toward her but obviously Akito thought he needed to tease Kyoya about it. Did I say something when I was out of it?

He entered the kitchen and saw Tamaki by the stove which could not be good. Sure enough, a plume of smoke coming from whatever he was working on.

"Whatever it is, I'm not eating it." Kyoya grimaced.

Tamaki turned surprised. "You're up? What are you doing up? Does Akito know that you're up?"

"No, I ripped the IV out and escaped," Kyoya told him.

Tamaki's eyes widened.

"Yes, Akito knows that I'm up. He removed the IV." Kyoya sighed. "He's going to give you a call before he goes to sleep."

"That's good." Tamaki nodded. "So how are you feeling?"

"I'll feel a lot better when you toss that out." Kyoya gestured to the food that had smoke billowing up from it.

"It's not that bad." Tamaki frowned and tried to find a plate.

Kyoya limped over to the skillet and dumped the charred food into the trash. Tamaki sighed and gave Kyoya sheepish grin.

"I'll order something," Kyoya told him. "I'm really hungry any way."

"That's good." Tamaki brightened. "That means that you're system is…" He trailed off as Kyoya glared.

"Can I not just be hungry?" Kyoya raised a brow.

Akito walked into the room and gave a wave. "I'll give you a call later," Akito told Tamaki. "Oh, and do you by chance have the brunette's number? I have a few lawyer friends for her to meet."

Kyoya gave him a glare that translated to 'bullshit'.

Tamaki grabbed a pen out of his pocket and looked around for a piece of paper. Akito happily handed him his clipboard.

"Thanks. I will give her a call later so she has my number. That way she can call if she needs me." He looked pointedly at Kyoya. "Try to relax."

Kyoya watched his older brother leave and cursed under his breath. He pulled out his cell and texted Fuyumi: Call me when you get a chance.

Tamaki tilted his head in question. "Who are you texting?"

Kyoya opened his mouth but stopped when his cell began ringing. He shook his head. "Hello?"

"Kyoya! What's wrong? Are you okay? Is someone hurt?" Fuyumi asked worriedly. Tamaki grinned as he heard Kyoya's sister loud voice on the cell.

"Is it not possible that I just wanted to talk?" Kyoya sighed.

"You do? Oh, Kyoya, you won't believe what a week I've had," Fuyumi began. Kyoya leaned against the counter and looked over to Tamaki. He mouthed 'order something' and then continued to half listen while occasionally adding a monosyllabic word here and there.

Tamaki ventured back in and then back out as Kyoya continued to mutter 'uh-huh' every couple of minutes. He rubbed his wrist absently and looked toward the balcony. He wondered if he would have to hear someone complain if he hid out there for an hour or so. It would be better than being watched constantly.

"So how's it going with you?" he heard Fuyumi finally ask. "Akito mentioned that you were sick."

"We have the flu, but I'm feeling better, though I have to stay out of school this week because I will still be contagious. It's been kind of boring and we've already went through a bunch of movies." Kyoya paused. "So Tamaki and I were talking about when we were kids and how he learned to play the piano when he was little. I was wondering if you still had that tape of me singing."

"Which one?" Fuyumi asked.

Kyoya frowned. "The one where I was bouncing on the couch."

"From when you were 5?" Fuyumi asked. "I think so….Is it the one where you got your head stuck in the trombone?"

Kyoya frowned. "When the hell did I do that?"

"…Or is it the one where you jumped right out of the pool naked as can be?"

"Oh." Kyoya chuckled. "I had forgotten about that. Yeah, I think that's the one. Any chance I can borrow it?"

"I'll make a copy. You'll probably burn it knowing you." Fuyumi laughed. "I'll bring it by later."

"Don't worry too much." Kyoya sighed. "I'm quarantined."

"Want me to send some soup?" Fuyumi asked.

"Depends on who made it." Kyoya frowned. He looked up when he saw Tamaki holding food.

"Hey Kyoya I have to go. Taiyo is crying" Fuyumi whined.

"Have fun." Kyoya smirked. "Poke my nephew for me."

"You need to come see him when you feel better."

"I know." Kyoya smiled. "Bye." He turned off his cell.

"How's the little guy?" Tamaki grinned.

"He's has quite the pair of lungs on him. He's been making Fuyumi run all about for him." Kyoya blinked for a second as a sudden feeling of drowsiness hit him. He yawned loudly and felt his eyes droop.

"Nap time?" Tamaki asked. "You want to eat first?"

Kyoya nodded. "Let's go and watch TV." He pointed to the living room. Tamaki followed the unsteady Kyoya to the couch and turned on the TV.

"This ok?" Tamaki switched to a comedy.

Kyoya nodded as he dug into the bags for his food. He yawned again and shook his head trying to wake himself up. Tamaki took out his cell and texted Akito asking if it was normal for Kyoya to be this sleepy. He grabbed for his own food and impatiently waited for his cell. It vibrated a few minutes later. Yeah, the poor guy is probably beyond exhausted. His body's taken a beating the last couple of days. Just let him sleep and he should be fine. Tamaki breathed a sigh of relief and grinned at Kyoya.

Kyoya ate quickly and then leaned back into the couch. His eyes began to droop almost immediately. Tamaki glanced over at Kyoya; he did look much better. His skin had more color to it and the circles underneath his eyes weren't as dark, though he still had that nasty bruise on his nose.

"Did Akito say anything about the bruise?" Tamaki pointed to Kyoya's nose.

Kyoya took in a deep sleepy breath. "He said I got hit pretty hard and lucky that I didn't break it. I wish I knew what I did."

"Hikaru told me," Tamaki said. "He was here earlier grabbing a few items."

Kyoya grimaced.

"He said that you and Mori were bouncing on your couches and swinging kendo sticks," Tamaki told him.

Kyoya blinked. "What in the hell was Hikaru doing?"

"He didn't say." Tamaki shrugged.

"So I got hit in the face by Takashi wielding a kendo stick." Kyoya shook his head and then leaned his head back. "I guess I am lucky my nose isn't broken."

Tamaki looked back to the TV and watched for a few minutes before looking back to Kyoya. "Kyoya?"

"Hmmm?" Kyoya said. His eyes were already closed.

"Is…." Tamaki paused. "Was the reason you pushed me away….Was I the problem?"

Kyoya opened his eyes and looked at Tamaki. "Why would you think that?"

Tamaki searched his eyes. "Why did you push everyone away?"

Kyoya sighed and closed his eyes. "I don't know."

Tamaki frowned. He couldn't tell if Kyoya was lying or not. A soft snore told him that the conversation was over. Tamaki rose and went and got Kyoya a blanket. He covered Kyoya and continued to watch TV.

About an hour later, the front door opened and Haruhi entered with her bookbag. She stopped when she saw Kyoya on the couch.

"Akito took the IV out this morning," Tamaki told her without looking at her.

"Kyoya must have badgered him enough." Haruhi sighed. "Akito had originally said it was going to come out tonight."

"Haruhi?" Tamaki looked at her.

"Hmm?" Haruhi blinked those giant eyes at him.

"Did Kyoya ever tell you what was wrong?" Tamaki asked.

Haruhi shook his head. "I didn't even know anything was wrong until he showed up with those bruises." She frowned. "Though…." She looked up at Tamaki concerned. She gestured at Kyoya's wrist. "That wasn't the first time he thought about it, was it?"

"He stopped caring." Tamaki sighed and eyed his sleeping friend. "I don't think he was suicidal before that."

Haruhi shook her head. She looked around. "Where's Mori?"

"Sleeping. He managed to clear a path to the bed in Hikaru's old room," Tamaki told her. "He's exhausted."

"I bet." Haruhi sighed and sat next to Kyoya. She gestured to the sleeping man, "he sleeps like the dead, right?"

"Yeah." Tamaki nodded. He turned away from the two of them sitting next to each other. "Don't you have to study?"

Tamaki headed back into the condo. He had gone home for a few hours to get things ready for school tomorrow. He sighed and hoped that they hadn't missed too much. Though Kyoya had managed to email every professor and keep Tamaki up to speed in some classes, it was probably going to still be a pain tomorrow. Tamaki headed for the kitchen but stopped at the newly erected door. He could hear several voices on the other side.

"I mean, is it because he's Suoh?" He could hear Hikaru argue.

"It has nothing to do with that," Kyoya said.

"It's because he's Tamaki," Takashi clarified.

Tamaki leaned closer to the door to hear what they were saying.

"It's stupid is what it is!" Hikaru declared.

"You're one to talk," Kyoya snapped.

"He's worried about you." Takashi said.

"That's what everyone keeps saying." Kyoya sighed. "But I'm fine."

"Why don't you just tell him-" Hikaru started.

"There's nothing to tell," Kyoya spat.

"You love her!" Hikaru said.

Tamaki could hear someone stomping. "There are about 3.2 billion women on this earth," Kyoya growled.

"None like her," Takashi said.

"I've done this equation before," Kyoya growled. "The number does go down significantly when you think about age and language but there are many left."

"That can cook and actually understand you when you speak your math talk?" Hikaru asked. "Admit it: there's only Haruhi."

There was silence and Tamaki could feel his heart pound.

"The way I feel about her…" Kyoya began.

"You love her," Takashi told him.

"…is irrelevant because I can't do that to Tamaki," Kyoya said. "It would kill him."

"She doesn't belong to him." Hikaru sighed.

"But he will always care about her," Kyoya said.

Tamaki pulled away from the door. He blinked as he digested what he had heard. He frowned and then turned away and headed back out of the condo.

Kita chewed on the end of her pen as she thought about the next part of the scene that she needed to write. She cursed her main character's stubbornness as she tried to wrap her mind around the personality. Kita nearly jumped when Tamaki stormed into the parlor where she lay.

"How could he?" Tamaki threw up his hands and stared at her angrily.

Kita blinked in surprise and glanced past Tamaki to make sure that none of the servants or her family was in this part of the mansion. "What's going on?" she asked as soon as she was sure it was just them.

"Kyoya!" Tamaki began to pace.

"Is he okay?" Kita asked anxiously. Tamaki had told her that Kyoya had been really sick but didn't really go into detail.

"Oh, he's just fine," Tamaki grumbled.

"Then what's wrong?" Kita sat up and tossed her pen to the side.

"He's in love with Haruhi." Tamaki frowned.

Kita furrowed her brow. "Haruhi Fujioka? Your ex?"

Tamaki grumbled.

"And this is a problem because…?" Kita prodded.

Tamaki gave her a look. "Kyoya's a womanizing, manipulative, narcissistic asshole."

Kita raised a brow. "And here I thought he was your best friend."

"He is." Tamaki crossed his arms. "So why would he do this to me?"

"Maybe because you describe him like that?" Kita frowned.

"He describes himself like that." Tamaki waved a hand to dismiss the idea.

"I never thought of him as a womanizer," Kita said in thought.

"Ever since Renge left him he's been out screwing anything he can." Tamaki sighed.

"Was that when you and Haruhi started dating?" Kita asked.

"No, we started dating and then he dated Renge," Tamaki told her.

Kita tilted her head and contemplated her next words. "I had this really neat idea about a story," Kita began. She ignored Tamaki's sigh. "It's about a guy who found the woman he loved and then she was lost. Because he had found the one, no other woman could even live up to her. So he ended up with a lot of one night stands to fill the void of loneliness but he couldn't bring himself to connect with them because they weren't her."

"Sounds great," Tamaki deadpanned.

"Tamaki!"

"What if he hurts her?" Tamaki frowned as he looked at her. "What if she's nothing but another notch on his headboard? What if it means nothing?"

"Tamaki, I love you. I really do," Kita told him. "But you need to get past her. You can be friends and hang out for all I care, but if you keep clinging to her like this…." Kita just shook her head.

Tamaki sighed and stared down at his hands. "It's just….she loves him back."

Kita blinked in surprise and then smiled. "Then what's stopping Kyoya?"

Tamaki frowned.

Kyoya nodded. "So, if she starts dating again-you'll be fine."

Tamaki sat up, staring at the floor. "Yeah, I guess."

"And say if Hikaru wanted to ask her out?" Kyoya turned his face away so he could pour himself some tea.

Tamaki clenched his fist. "I…is he asking her out?" Tamaki asked; he turned his head angrily. "Some friend he is."

Kyoya's face became impassive.

"If Hikaru wants to go behind my back then fine!" Tamaki said angrily.

"I was just making a 'for instance'." Kyoya stated. "He's not."

"Good." Tamaki grumbled. He shuffled his feet. "Honestly, I don't think I could handle anyone from the host club dating her," Tamaki said quietly. "After everything we've been through."

Kyoya stared down into his tea.

Tamaki looked away from Kita's gaze. "Me."

And there you go! Hope you enjoyed both the chapter and the Lost Chapter :)
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